“The butchers will be here in a few minutes and they will be looking for us.”
Les sat against the wall, almost passed out, “I know a trail, past the old jail and into the jungle. It’s difficult to follow us there.”
“Will he be able to make it?”
Raksmei looked at Maier. She nodded.
Les groaned. The young woman had a syringe in her hand. The White Spider’s daughter looked breathtaking and deadly. Suddenly Maier felt like a human being again. A human being pumped to the gills with amphetamine.
“That’s my last one. He will make it with this shot.”
Raksmei tied off the American’s arm. A dog started barking. Carissa and Raksmei helped the battered war veteran to his feet.
The trail led downhill. After a few minutes they crossed two narrow streams and Les managed to walk without help. The
